DC Metro Green Line Thug Shrinks from Hulk Green Rage.

There’s a simple reason why you should never try to kill off the inner “hulk” inside you: your safety might depend on it.

In January, Allen Haywood was a young man who was attacked on the DC Metro green line for no other reason than he was a nice guy minding his own business. I wrote back then that it didn’t have to be that way. Allen was reading a book when a bunch of hoodlums swarmed. He responded by trying to reason with individuals who are not only unreasonable, but in many ways worse than animals (animals act on instinct, but these kids knew what they were doing and ambushed him just for the fun of it).

I wrote back then that the proper response should have been to indicate (through a number of verbal and non-verbal cues) that he was someone who wouldn’t be an easy target. In the comments section a reader I greatly respect posted that my philosophy hinged on the ability to recognize that there are evil people out there and the ability to fully commit to the strategy should the nightmare scenario unfold.

Tonight, for me, it did.

As I came home late from work on the DC Metro Green line, an inebriated older man approached me. I stood towards the back of the Metro minding my own business. The stranger crept up beside me, but just enough to my rear to obscure his actions. There was almost no one else on the train. I angled slightly towards him and he whispered in my ear,  “Why don’t you sit down? Don’t you like black people?” I ignored him. He raised his voice: “Why don’t you sit down? Don’t you like black people?” Again, I ignored him. Since the third time around is a charm I finally answered, “I’ve been sitting all day.”

He didn’t believe me.

The man continued to ask me the question, and when I ignored him some more (all the while paying close attention to his position and body language) he turned his question into a statement. Then, he squared up, stated that I didn’t like black people and pushed his palm into my shoulder, which I immediately swiped down with a force that surprised him. He approached again, reaching out his hand to push my shoulder and I swiped it hard enough to make him stutter-step backwards.

On his third attempt to escalate the situation he came at me from the side and bumped me. I responded by shoving him to the other side of the Metro car with enough force so that, should I have chosen to pounce, the backward momentum with which he was stumbling would have put him at a distinct disadvantage.

At this time the Metro stopped, the man gave me a few hard glares and left the train car.

How would my night have transpired had I wilted when confronted by an angry drunk eager to start a racial throw down? While it’s impossible to know, we do know that the individual was looking for an altercation. Faced with someone who paid him no mind from the get-go and ignored his race-baiting, the man still resorted to physical intimidation. So why did he stop?

I believe the answer lies in the old maxim: peace through strength. When bullies realize that their target is the type of person who could suddenly turn the tables on them, they think twice. Letting a thug—even a drunk one—know from the start that you will be the aggressor in any serious altercation (and thus dictate what options are permissible for its duration) causes hesitation. And, because governments are composed of men—fallible men—in many ways such lessons can be applied on a larger scale. Anything you can do to place doubt in your enemy’s mind about their ability to successfully attack is to your advantage.

If you’re a mild mannered young man (or nation), you should never fear The Hulk inside you. He’s there for a reason, and not using such strength and rage when the situation calls for it would be another crime added to an already-sad situation.

The Sad, Sad Case of Allen Haywood.

Allen Haywood was a man minding his own business when he was assaulted by thugs. He was a victim, but it didn’t have to end with him battered, bloody, and shaken.

Years ago I was in a mechanized infantry unit.  We were trained that when ambushed, a counter-ambush involves getting out of the kill zone quickly, charging full steam ahead, and laying down lead, which is a lot better than sitting around with your thumb up your ass and dying.  Allen Haywood, on some level, learned this lesson in the DC metro area the other night:

On Sunday night, Allen Haywood was randomly and viciously attacked by two kids on the platform of the L’Enfant Plaza Metro station. Dozens of people witnessed it. Several people filmed it. Nobody helped.

Haywood was trying to transfer to the Yellow Line around 7:15 p.m. when the assault happened.

Allen Haywood is a florist who was minding his own business when a group of thugs attacked him (the article mentions “two” kids, which is misleading, as it’s obvious he was in the mist of their friends as well).  He was reading a book when a pack of kids decided it would be fun to beat a man and video tape it…just for the hell of it. I would call them animals, but animals act on instinct—lions hunt because they’re lions, and tigers kill because they’re tigers. These individuals are worse than animals because they have free will; they mulled over the idea in their mind, knew it was evil, and carried through with their plan anyway.

Sadly, Allan seems to be the type of man who doesn’t want to believe that sometimes the dregs of society exist in cesspools because that is where evil likes to reside. And evil can not be reasoned with, as the video shows him attempting to do…to no avail.

One of my squad leaders used to say that the enemy needed to be confronted with SPEED, SHOCK, POWER, AND VIOLENCE.  Not to be neglected is the Army’s saying, “Stay Alert, Stay Alive!”

Because I wanted to exit the military with all of my organs and bones in tact and where I found them on the day I enlisted, I took this advice seriously. Little did I know that it would serve me well upon reentry into civilian life.

Allen Haywood should have responded to these thugs with Speed, Shock, Power, and Violence. The aggressor always sets the rules of engagement. In this instance a bunch of oxygen thieves wanted to rough up a poor man minding his own business. If he was alert (instead of reading his book) he would have headed off his attackers, or at least avoided that first blow. As the altercation commenced, he should have applied:

  • Speed: Find the emergency buttons located throughout the DC Metro and pushed the button.
  • Shock:  If his attackers were not deterred, he should have moved on them with a level of force they would have never foreseen coming from their victim (sticking his thumbs in their eyes and swiping hard would have worked nicely).
  • Power:  Animals prey on the weak. Exuding strength, by subduing or pummeling his assailants, was called for.
  • Violence:  Being civilized does not mean renouncing violence as an acceptable means to sometimes end confrontation. “Peace at any cost” is not peace.  Surrounded, outnumbered, and without a Good Samaritan by his side, Allen Haywood should have gone third-rail ferrel.

Note:  Law-abiding citizens can put an end to such unwanted scenarios by carrying concealed weapons.  Metro-thugs would be less hesitant to attack in the future if they were never sure who might respond to threats to our God-given right to LIFE with a hail of bullets.

It is often said that we’re always one generation away from civilization’s end.  If one generation fails to teach the next right from wrong — or about honor, integrity, and selfless service…good citizens suffer the consequences.

I hope Allen Haywood recovers, physically and psychologically, from his ordeal. However, part of that recovery hinges on his ability to understand that some people out there are just plain evil.  Period.  And evil must be dealt with by delivering swift, sure, and unrelenting force to protect productive, rational, and upstanding men.